Page 47 of Clause & Effect
He looks so handsome and regal—he has such an aristocratic look about him that gives him more gravitas. He can look playful then so serious to intimidating within the course of a minute.
“Charlie?” he prods.
“As unbelievable as it all sounds… I think I’m starting to believe you,” I admit as I watch a Candy Cane lamppost spurt out another burst of glitter— seriously! This just happened!
“I’m glad to hear that.” I feel like he’s fighting back a laugh.
“I mean, I have questions—a million of them.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“I won’t inundate you now,” I promise, then continue to say in the most awkward fashion on the planet. “And this is just a one-night thing, so you’ll be rid of me tomorrow...”
I hate the words I just spoke and from the way he tenses up I don’t think he appreciates them either.
“Maybe I don’t mind if you inundate me,” he stops walking and turns to face me.
He looks serious before places his cup and bag of treats on the ground, then takes mine away and puts it down as well.
The snowflakes fall around us as I look up at him expectantly.
The moment couldn’t be any more romantic. His blue gaze is slumberous as he studies my face, zeroing in on my lips which are just begging for him to give me another earth-shattering kiss.
“Can I ask you one question?” I whisper, unable to stop myself.
“You can ask me anything you want, baby,” he replies huskily.
God, I love the way he says ‘baby’. And then I tell him what I want.
“Is there any mistletoe around here?”
I don’t have to say another word.
In less than a second, he pulls me in his arms and his lips crash down on mine. He tugs on my hair and lifts my face up to his so he can devour me in a way that makes my knees go weak.
And I’m lost.
Lost in the sensual, sexual storm that is Stetson.
He claims me, his tongue moves into my mouth and tastes every part of me—in a way I almost feel like he’s tasting a piece of my soul. He makes love to my mouth like a master, exploring every part of me as his hands move down my body to cup my ass and pull me up against him.
The desire I feel for this man is not normal. I’ve slept with men before where it was only about sex—the chemistry the only thing drawing us together.
But this.
This kiss feels different. Even different than the rest.
There’s something more…
Kissing Stetson feels like coming home.
When that revelation dawns on me, I pull away. I’m the one to end the moment this time—not him. I stare up at his gorgeous face, panting with longing and need I don’t fully understand and pray with all my heart and soul that I’m not already falling in love with him.
I don’t understand it.
It doesn’t make any logical sense.
I’ve only read about insta-love in the books I edit and they’re fiction! I know it’s fake and doesn’t happen in real life.
